Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.